a poet's suicide note
the wind threatens to uproot everything standing on feeble foundations
if my soul flies with it to some far-flung sanctuary or floats around to fill mortal lungs with breath
before my flesh feeds the crawling creatures of the undergrowth, my conscious mind should part with these words:
if there was ever a genuine happiness in this life, it was of our will and doing
if there was ever a reality, it was moulded from the ribs of our aspirations
if indeed there was ever love, it must've been the phenomena that mimics our daily dreams and savours in our daily deeds
from this life i take nothing but my mind to be my only companion
and to my mother, i leave the body she bore to burry
to my friends, before my memory dissipates into small particles of nothingness, remember that i shared my dreams and my love with you
if my soul flies with it to some far-flung sanctuary or floats around to fill mortal lungs with breath
before my flesh feeds the crawling creatures of the undergrowth, my conscious mind should part with these words:
if there was ever a genuine happiness in this life, it was of our will and doing
if there was ever a reality, it was moulded from the ribs of our aspirations
if indeed there was ever love, it must've been the phenomena that mimics our daily dreams and savours in our daily deeds
from this life i take nothing but my mind to be my only companion
and to my mother, i leave the body she bore to burry
to my friends, before my memory dissipates into small particles of nothingness, remember that i shared my dreams and my love with you
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